Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 43 The Golden Hairpin
With a "wow", a pot exploded in front of the palace gate!

Onlookers whispered to each other: "Lord Lie is really lucky, look at these delicate beauties!"

One of them muttered in a low voice: "Didn't I hear that King Lie...won't lift it?"

Another person pushed his shoulder and said with a smile: "If you don't lift it? Can you still take a concubine if you don't lift it!"

Zhou Fu wiped off the sweat on his forehead, the corners of his mouth twitched and hesitant, the prince is still in the barracks at this time, so he probably doesn't know about it.If these beauties are returned in full view, wouldn't it mean that the prince really won't show up?But if you accept it, there is still the evil spirit of the little princess in the mansion, so maybe these twelve beautiful girls will go in vertically and come out horizontally...

This is troublesome, whether to accept it or return it, Zhou Fu is still hesitating, his fat face has wrinkled into a chrysanthemum in embarrassment.A gleam of light flashed across the driver's eyes, and he gave an encouraging look to the twelve gold hairpins who were full of excitement and anticipation...

With a sound of "哗啦", the clothes and skirts were blown away by the fragrant wind, and the little sheep who were originally weak and well-behaved suddenly turned into ferocious and swift big wild wolves, and rushed into the courtyard of the palace with the invincible posture of sweeping the fallen leaves in the autumn wind!
The guards of the palace, who came back to their senses, looked at each other in horror, and murmured with lingering fear: "Women are really scary!"

Zhou Fu stood at the door in a mess, straightening his hat that had been blown down by the fragrant wind, the corners of his mouth twitched, my lord, this slave did his best...

On the outskirts of Chang'an, a large tent in a military camp.

"Ah!" Zhan Beilie, who was dealing with military affairs, sneezed suddenly in front of the brand new desk in the big tent.

Zhong Cang, who was standing on the side, had a poker face, and said with concern: "Master, but have you caught a cold these few days?"

"No problem." Zhan Beilie handed him the military report in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Look at this."

Zhong Cang took the military report and quickly scanned it, his stern brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he replied in surprise: "There are snow-capped mountains and natural barriers at the border between Qin and Yan in the north, and the border area has always been peaceful, how could an unknown bandit appear out of nowhere? "

The heroic eyebrows of Zhan Beilie's sword were raised, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Bandit? It's really easy to be a bandit! What kind of bandit would go to that cold place to harass the people, burn, kill and loot Do all kinds of evil?"

Zhong Cang was startled, then raised his head abruptly and said, "Master, you mean... the Beiyan army?"

"Beiyan? They don't have the brains yet!" Zhan Beilie snorted coldly, leaning against the backrest with his iron arm pressed against the armrest of the seat, with a smear of iron and blood in the corner of his mouth, and said: "After the wave is not calm, let's make a move again. Fan Dao started to do this shitty thing, but this king thinks highly of him..."

Zhong Cang looked serious, thinking secretly, Yan people are rough and reckless in nature, with well-developed limbs and a simple mind.

But who is referred to in the second half of the sentence?
His eagle-like eyes narrowed slightly, his sharp and deep eyes fell on the map of the Five Kingdoms hanging on the side of the tent. The figure drawn with a red circle on the east side of the Great Qin was as flamboyant as a dog. fight……

Zhong Cang looked along his line of sight, suddenly his mind became clear, and he blurted out: "Dongfang Run!"

At this moment, the sound of clothes flapping lightly sounded from outside the tent, and a figure rushed in from outside the tent. Zhan Beilie raised his eyebrows and asked, "Wuying, what's the matter?"

After Wuying saluted, he said after deliberation: "Master, the secret guard came to report that Mr. Mo Xuan sent twelve concubines to the palace..."

Zhan Beilie frowned, interrupted his unfinished sentence with a wave of his hand, and said impatiently: "It seems that you are too free, and you need to report this kind of thing?"

Wuying gritted his teeth, swallowed, and quickly finished the rest of the sentence: "Zhou Fu didn't stop me, the twelve gold hairpins have already entered the palace!"

Zhan Beilie rubbed his temples. In the past few days, he has been running back and forth between the two places of the military camp and the palace. He is so busy that he has no time to go back to the palace since the last confrontation with Leng Xia.And occasionally when he went out for military training, the ambiguous eyes cast by the soldiers with deep meaning made him even more furious!
The matter of Mo Xuan giving away his concubine can make the rumors of not raising it self-defeating. As for the twelve gold hairpins, naturally there is a lioness to solve it. Yanyan is running wild in her territory.

Thinking of this, Zhan Beilie stretched his frowning brows, and with a smile on his face, he said calmly: "It's okay, the princess will take care of this."

As soon as the words fell, Wuying's hesitant voice in front of him sounded again: "Master, Wangfei...she has already left someone behind."

The smile on Zhan Beilie's lips froze, and his outstretched sword eyebrows were knit together again, his face was gloomy and uncertain, his handsome face was getting darker and darker, and the temperature in the whole big tent dropped a bit, as if three Nine harsh winters.

Zhong Cang Wuying and the two looked at each other with the same meaning in their eyes. Ever since the little concubine entered the door, as long as he encountered matters related to the concubine, the always calm and calm master could not calm down.The two tried their best to minimize their sense of existence, for fear of being targeted by the prince who was in a rage and bringing disaster to Chi Yu.

After a while, Daqin God of War, with a gloomy and handsome face, slapped the table and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "This damned woman!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves and rushed to the palace angrily.

Prince Lie's Mansion, Qing Huan Garden.

The summer is hot and the cool breeze is blowing.

Leaning on the bamboo couch, Leng Xia leisurely flipped through a book of Chronicles of the Five Kingdoms that she found in the library of the Wangfu, to understand her own environment, which is a must-have course for a killer.

The remaining memories in this body are messy and incomplete, and the original owner Murong Lengxia's knowledge is also poor and narrow, so that she has been in this world for nearly half a month, and her understanding of the Five Kingdoms is still at the superficial level, extremely limited .Putting oneself in an unknown world is undoubtedly gambling with one's life. Leng Xia, the king of killers, will never allow such a thing!
Yingxue on one side looked anxious, and wanted to speak a few times, but she swallowed it back because of Leng Xia's concentration.

After a long time, Leng Xia closed the scroll in her hand, took a sip from the teacup on the stone table, and sighed: "Let's talk."

(End of this chapter)